I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1220 | 2011-11-27 19:16:51 | 52.64 | 98% |
| 714 | 2011-09-27 05:04:31 | 41.51 | 96% |
| 354 | 2011-08-28 10:37:52 | 41.22 | 96% |